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Charles Yager
Guest
Original poster
(1800s era)
Charles' head laid softly on the cotton pillow.
The sun leaking in through the window and the air filling with sounds of the farm.
He got up and went to the bathroom, washing his face before looking in the mirror.
His dark brown curly hair, full eyebrows, rosy cheeks that laid flat on his round baby like face, and the rosebud lips.
He rubbed his wide brown eyes that had long lashes spilling off the edges of his eyelids.
He put on the clothes appropriate for work and walked into the kitchen. His mom sitting on the love seat with her four year old daughter nuzzled up to her chest and stomach. They were both curled up in a ball still sleeping to the sounds of the chicken.
He went out to the porch to see the cows and sheep all spread out across the green hills.
In the far distance he could see a carriage. A black one with beautiful strong horses that trotted with content. They seemed to be aristocrats from London to pick up fresh produce or to persue you to bring your kid to a school.
The black carriage with glossy finish stopped at the begging of the road that lead to his house. A man came out of the carriage walking down the road.
Charles stepped off the porch and changed his relaxed expression to a stern one.
"Can I help you, sir?" He said in a soft yet concerned Irish accent
Charles' head laid softly on the cotton pillow.
The sun leaking in through the window and the air filling with sounds of the farm.
He got up and went to the bathroom, washing his face before looking in the mirror.
His dark brown curly hair, full eyebrows, rosy cheeks that laid flat on his round baby like face, and the rosebud lips.
He rubbed his wide brown eyes that had long lashes spilling off the edges of his eyelids.
He put on the clothes appropriate for work and walked into the kitchen. His mom sitting on the love seat with her four year old daughter nuzzled up to her chest and stomach. They were both curled up in a ball still sleeping to the sounds of the chicken.
He went out to the porch to see the cows and sheep all spread out across the green hills.
In the far distance he could see a carriage. A black one with beautiful strong horses that trotted with content. They seemed to be aristocrats from London to pick up fresh produce or to persue you to bring your kid to a school.
The black carriage with glossy finish stopped at the begging of the road that lead to his house. A man came out of the carriage walking down the road.
Charles stepped off the porch and changed his relaxed expression to a stern one.
"Can I help you, sir?" He said in a soft yet concerned Irish accent